Catharsis

Catharsis. Derived from a recent personal experience and unavoidable introspective process, I find it quite necessary and interesting to write about catharsis, in an attempt to share my own definition of it, its meaning and implications, the way I see it and the way it feels to me. I'd like to start transcribing the definition given to this word by the Merriam's Webster dictionary, as a little introduction:

Summarizing, catharsis is defined as a purification or purgation of the emotions, primarily through art, that brings about spiritual renewal or release from tension.

Quite clear. Now, I need to expand this idea with my own feelings, which attempt will be a catharsis itself for me.

Catharsis in Luzaland is the word for describing the painful and unilateral decision to make counscious, feel and touch... relive, everything inside you that's hurting, making you sad, oprressing your soul, preventing you from smiling, and may have been for a while; everything that may bring your tears out, that keeps your brain busy with couldda's and shouldda's distracting you from living your present and moving on. Everything that has you stucked in any or every aspect of your life.

It requires a lot of guts to take the step and jump in the black-hole. But if you look at the aftermath, it is worth it. Hurts like hell, but it gives you freedom and you're smile back, along with a blanc page where you can start writing a complete new story of your life. You get all this as a reward for your effort and all the tears you might have cried, for your courage and for defeating your worst fears; for being brave enough to look at yourself soul-naked in your personal mirror, no make-up no fake smiles, with all your dark-sides showing there, and still being able to feel compassionate and in love with yourself.